Wheels up in an hour
It's been a while since Jethro has had a boatbuilding project going. He still spends most nights in the basement, paging through woodworking magazines and listening to baseball games. Most nights he falls asleep there, counting on his watch alarm to wake him. This time, it's his phone. It's still dark, and he's about to throw the phone into the corner when he realizes it's Vance. Vance isn't much for prank calls, so he answers it.
Vance isn't much for pleasantries, either. "Pack a bag. A car will be at your house in ten minutes. Wheels up in an hour."
"Where am I going, Leon?"
"Andrews. The Gulfstream sits eight. You can have whoever you want. Take Sciuto, the lab tech is unreachable in Patagonia. You want the rest of your team?"
"How can I know who I want if I don't know where I'm going?"
"Rota," Vance says.
There's a long pause. "Why?"
"DiNozzo was carjacked this morning. David's the next most experienced person in the office, and she can't work the case. There's no one else there I can trust, and this could get very bad very quickly. In fact, it's very bad already."
"You're sending me on the Gulfstream to investigate a carjacking?"
"DiNozzo was stabbed. Ducky says it's life-threatening." Vance pauses. "His daughter was in the backset when the car was jacked. She's still missing."
"I'll want McGee and Abby. I'll be ready in ten."
"I'll call you on the plane with more info as I get it. And you have eight minutes, not ten."